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Gradually it becomes
Larger than life, more than just
Chemicals combined
Hey, you know me
I'm not one to show
When I'm struck by an icon
But you're

mind
I could touch it if I try
I can't trust you when you lie
I don't wanna just get by
When you low you getting high now
You might get a little glimpse

always got bars like I'm stuck in a cell
Did it all by myself
Don't need a label
I stay with the stealth
I put it out and it sells
The credit's to I

the walls whatever we please
I need a portrait first
I'll model for you in front of the mirth
I'm told by you to take off my shirt
To dodge the dip you take

rhymes you spit is sick
My business mixed with your talent promise I could get you rich man
I could get you that or I could get you this
If you don't sign

alone
Made an eternal promise to stick by you
No such thing can separate us
In these dark nights
You got me and I got you

Promise me when you wanna give

to a couple cents
What's a home without a crooked fence
What's  a god when all you do is sinnnn

I guess you let him in

I guess you let him in and start by

Yeah, I'm so fucked up, so what?
Call me a psycho
Not loved, I'm judged
Trust me I know
And I don't know if I have what it takes to change
I'm on a dark

Back To The Grind
Lyrics By: Dana Lawrence (2016)
That good good Hustle hard
Live life
Switching lanes
On my grind everyday
Verse I:
They try to put us

from the ground up
Only like minders be my counter part
Come a long way from the dingers
Whole team surrounded by winners 
Dem man flexing that’s their

to my dad
He probably thinks that I'm dead, mmh

But he doesn't know that I'm dying by Wednesday
And just trying to get out of bed
My sink drain is

wings hooked by light
Some won't make it through the night
The changes are appearing so I'm walking
Choose your colours tenderly
Respect and trust

Imma Flush'em
And by the way 
Assi saare rap game de darbaar me 
Don't mind ye khiladi saare andhe, aaja 
see that dude in the middle with a crown

getting older, nigga
It's pistols in my stroller
Mama kitchen tooken over by my
Uncle coke and soda
This Eazy-E, NWA before the Hova
Dookie ropes
Caddies

parata
T-h-e glassa in picchiata
Cabina by glotta I want truce splendore
Pray for die non sia mai che passano le ore
Revolver cock che ne so if you call me

Yeah, I don't even know about
This rapper thing anymore, man
I don't even know if I'm on this 'ting man
Listen up! It's not really me anymore, man

these chains? It's a lot
Stop talkin' money if you
Really don't got it, the Ruler

I be doin' shit these
Niggas wouldn't understand
Stop playin' with that

Sito
Two Glocks on me when I pose
My right hand just out in parole
Got facе tats, people say that I'm loco
I'm a ninetiеs baby
I don't go by no street

again i'm blinded again
By violent words oh god it hurts
But still I stand i'm still one man
With my own chains can't seem to break
What I've made

And I might kill this nigga
If he tellin' but I don't make the rules
And I might mark that nigga, I had nigga
I had poured a lot
When I had a re-up on my

they're telling lies though
Moving loose with the one pop
Like I'm on something
If I miss the first time
Then Imma gun buck him
Trust me, I ain't playing no

And I've been bitter at the world
Since they cancelled Seinfeld
Leash up the mic with my damsel spike
I got, so I can hump her
Put your hands up if your

rappers and
I killed a few and if you’re a whack rapper
Then I’ll kill you too

Drain you in my bathtub and
I filled it with formaldehyde
Boil up the blood

perfect
That you might reach it by
the opposite side
The way you think about me makes me feel uncomfortable
Cause you've been hiding what you please until